Never ending cylce (FINALE)

Sober up or lose myself

I'ma drown

 

Sober up or lose myself in the process

Twenty-seven club lookin good to be honest

Oh no, what to do, i'm so confused

Running out of time, i may blow my fuse (x2)

Can't eat, can't sleep, lately i've been feelin' nauseous

Pills in my designer bag, i'm tempted to pop them

I'm goin in circles, it's a never-ending cycle

Help me, help me

 

Woke up in a coffin, am i dead or alive

I'm just tryna live my life

Tatted on my wrist, three nines

The devil tryna take his time

I'm in hell baby, you drive me crazy

Crash my mercedes, i will not make it right

I just ran the light, i walk to the light

To hell i fall, it's a long way down

I need your love right now

I need the drugs right now

 

Sober up or lose myself in the process

Twenty-seven club lookin good to be honest

Oh no, what to do, i'm so confused

Running out of time, i may blow my fuse

Can't eat, can't sleep, lately i've been feelin' nauseous

Pills in my designer bag, i'm tempted to pop them

I'm goin in circles, it's a never-ending cycle

Help me, help me

 

Fuck peer pressure, this is pressure from hell

You don't wanna know the feeling, but i know it too well

I remember i was chillin up on top of the world

No fear, high stepping 'til the day that i fell

I don't really know if i could function

I thought bein' fucked up all the time was funny

Then it turned nothin' into somethin'

Next thing you know, i'm a fucked up druggie

Relationships ain't make it better, i was getting hurt

I ain't feel like venting to my friends, so i talk to percs

They were lying to me when they told me that it wouldn't work

Fuckin up my confidence, i'm feelin like a loser

 

Sober up or lose myself in the process

Twenty-seven club lookin good to be honest

Oh no, what to do, i'm so confused

Running out of time, i may blow my fuse

Can't eat, can't sleep, lately i've been feelin' nauseous

Pills in my designer bag, i'm tempted to pop them

I'm goin in circles, it's a never-ending cycle

Help me, help me

 

I thought being fucked up all the time was funny

Next thing you know, i'm a fucked up druggie

 

 

well, well,

Walking on this unforgiven path again

The race war, when it's us against all of them

We bout to win, do it quicker than the minutemen

You came and broke my heart again

again and again and again

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Cause i might

 

Sober up or lose myself in the process

Twenty-seven club lookin good to be honest

Oh no, what to do, i'm so confused

Running out of time, i may blow my fuse

Can't eat, can't sleep, lately i've been feelin' nauseous

Pills in my designer bag, i'm tempted to pop them

I'm goin in circles, it's a never-ending cycle

Help me, help me

 

Nigga, iced out louis v

I do that only, I don't fuck with no gucci

I thought being fucked up all the time was funny

Next thing you know, Im a fucked up druggie